Target Zachary Hill

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[Verse 1]
I check my YouTube, I have three subscribers
Draggin' your face on an iron
Slice it up like Michael Myers
I don’t give a shit if you don’t like my music
I’m just too sick
Run you over with a Buick
My boy Tristan, he is hot
Cut your neck like Sweeney Todd
Take off that bikini top
Me still rapping is extremely odd
I be ridin' in a quad
At rapping I am a god
Stop bein' a dickwad
Stop jerkin' your rod
I need Carson on the track
To show these fuckers how to rap
D.O.R. was a mistake
I’m finna shake and bake
Like Ricky Bobby
Got me screamin', “goddamnit!”
Like a controller, I’m finna slam it
On this fucker’s face — his name is Camden

[Hook]
He’s my target
With a bounty on his head
That’s what he gives to men
At least that’s what Johnny said
I’m finna call up Johnny Sins
'Cause I think that we are twins
I don’t know why
But I take so many wins

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